Everyone likes to think that they are beautiful and thrilling enough to be the subject of magazine spreads, a premature best-selling memoir, and ultimately, a weekly cable sitcom based roman a clef-style on the tumble of our daily lives. And of course, we say sincerely at dinner parties, it wouldn't just be me. You all (well, almost all) would be in it too! Dear friends! But where in magazine-land is there a page count that offers intimate editorial on such a deserved star and his/her satellite of mesmeric acquaintances? If The New Yorker features those we'd love to work with and the Star gives us those we wish would pile into a Caribbean cruise ship to sink off the coast, one innovative quarterly, Me, offers the impossibly fresh recipe of interesting young people, who actually know and care about each other, doing good things. Co-founders Claudia Wu and Angel Chang invite one guest editor each issue to take readers through a friendship chain with photos, questionnaires, and diagrams. In the premier issue, via Joshua Abelow, we meet artist Ross Bleckner, painter Isca Greenfield-Sanders, and a dachshund named Sophie. Wu and Chang prove once and for all that “me” really means “us.”